fist magnet . a person of low character that stands for nothing.the most unimportant counter culture cliche to exist in one hundred years. gaunt overly obsessed with creating the illusion of social awareness while in actuality concerned with nothing. usually can be seen in the parts of town where pseudo artists congregate. watch for veganism and che tshirts. also a large concentration of poorly constructed one speed bikes being ridden by people with no cadence skills. under nourished and pale hard to differentiate the difference between the females and males of this subculture.

usually one knows they are in the presence of a hipster when they are around someone using really large words but unable to say anything at all. bad odors due to the fashion statement being made by not bathing are also present. horrific music being played and the allusion to the fact you are not smart enough to get it. also watch for tshirts being worn of defunct bands like joy division. worship of ian curtis and nico also a common factor. over use of the word amazing.

A shallow subculture of teens and young adults that shows how the worst of human tendencies to seek some kind of dominance over one another even stoops down to the most mundane subjects like tastes in music and fashion.

You know you're a hipster when you describe in the most pretentious way possible why your taste in edgy/vintage clothing and obscure music makes you a better person than everyone else while projecting your insecurities onto people who successfully fit into the realms of society while you failed miserably at doing so.

someone who does not want to be a part of a capitalistic society and thinks that they can actually acomplish it. They acomplishit. Someone who thinks that they are saving cows by not eating them. Someone who thinks that walmart crys because they do not shop there. It is not listening to indie rock or buying thrift store cloaths. It is doing these things with the beleif that doing these things will save the world. Hipsters will never refer to themselves as hipsters

I define "hipsters" as poseurs who are immitating people who are actually hip, or at least who they perceive to be hip. A hip person typically has some degree of fashion sense, and a good example of the difference between this and a "hipster" is how a hip person might buy articles of clothing from the Salvation Army because they're cheap and/or unique, whereas a "hipster" would shop at some sort of boutique that sells exclusively fashionable vintage clothing and pay 10 times as much for more or less the same items.

A hip person is cognitive of what styles are fashionable, and finds a style that suits his or her self, but doesn't necessarily have to be wearing exclusively non-mainstream vintage or designer articles. A hipster either copies a hip person, the other hipsters he knows, or whatever he sees in "Vice" magazine. A few fashion items are always acceptible regardless of how much of a poseur you are or aren't: Chuck Taylors, black hoodies, tight pants, etc.

A hip person might look hung over or like they just got out of bed, but if they do, it's because they really are hung over and just got out of bed. A "hipster" might spend considerable effort faking that look by messing up their hair and intentionally wearing wrinkled clothes. A telltale sign of a hipster douchebag is that he or she is clearly "trying" to be fashionable. They often overaccessorize with some sort of scarf, hat, or outlandish shoes, and put a great deal of effort into making sure everything matches.

A hip person most likely is an avid listener of music, but doesn't particularly care how others judge his or her taste. He or she might listen to anything, sometimes including things that were once, or even are currently, mainstream. A "hipster" contrives his or her music collection to be seen by others as cool and "indie". They love vinyl records. Crappy music seems cool to them as long as they listen to it on vinyl, and especially if it's some sort of rare recording that they can be sure no one else they know owns. If you asked a hipster whether he cared if people thought his music collection was cool, he would say "no", but he would be lying. They care.

In fact, the defining trait that seperates legitimate cool people from hipster douchebags is that truly hip people genuinely don't care what other people think of them, or maybe acknowledge it a little bit but don't base their whole persona around it. Hipsters are obsessed with this fact, and build their entire personalities in an effort to make it look like they also don't care. They want, just as much as normal people, to fit in. A really hip person just naturally fits in because he or she has a likable personality and is fun to be around. All hipsters hate other hipsters and consider them to be phonies, and no hipster will ever admit to being one even if they fit all of the stereotypes.

True story: I was recently at a thanksgiving party where a lot of food was being served. The skinny, pale, threadbare sweater and tight pants-clad hipster-looking guy who had been putting on music all evening walked into the room. People weren't talking much at the time because their mouths were full, and hipster douchemaster sweater guy decided the room wasn't sociable enough for him, said "This room sucks", turned, and walked away. He could have just walked away, but he felt he had to verbally pass judgment on the room's occupants to make sure he seemed superior to them. What a dick.

Pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals generally sporting thick-rimmed glasses and some stupid plaid shirt they purchased at Urban Outfitters. Generally, they own flickr accounts with all of their flat, generic pictures on them and try to pass themselves off as artists despite the fact they probably only know how to use a point and shoot. They listen to non-conformist indie music that usually includes meaningless lyrical content, poor vocals, and monotonous tones. They also partake in said non-conformist bands, over estimating their musical talents as they do all their other art forms.

The elusive hipsters in their natural habitat:

Claude: Omg let's go up to Williamsburg and go buy some ironic fashions at the flea market. Isn't it cool that we're 19-years-old and wear old people sweaters?

Felix: Yeah and then we can go back to my house and listen to Passion Pit!